Category: The Agency
Mist’s shoulders are straight now. Not tense, he’s far too experienced for that, but alert. Ready for action. Teza keeps her breathing steady, a match for the measured flow of their feet, and watches his back the same way he’s watching hers. Thirty seconds. This is the danger zone.
“I’m on break,” Alonzo says shortly. “We’ve got another four and a half minutes, so if you wouldn’t mind sodding off and leaving us alone?”
“Why,” Jemima says, perfectly level, “when I’m hanging in space over a several-hundred-metre drop, would I be content with stable enough?”